Love for travelling

How did you start your first travels and did your parents have a decisive influence on you or did you discover this passion for traveling yourself?
Probably, the first trips were unforgettable for all of us, that feeling of excitement the day before the trip, that day when you set the alarm and can't wait for the morning because of excitement. When did you fall in love with that feeling of going on a road and going to a new, unknown place? When did it become a passion, an obsession, a joy for you? When did it turn into love? Love for new people, new places, new landscapes?
I don't know when it happened in my case, but I know that no trip was missed. I can't remember a single trip that wasn't beautiful, that was a failure and a disappointment. I don't know if it's the places themselves or me. But I always try to delight in small things, to see beauty and joy in everything, to talk with delight, to describe, to show all those new places. And always grateful for every opportunity I have to visit a new place and happy to be able to share it with others. 😊